I just reconnected through FB with a former high school teacher whom I adored back then. Going to a small private school let us really get to know our teachers and vice-versa. We also are connected through a trip I won with a history team through the L.A. Times to Germany for ten days. Fun times! Now, he's married with three kids and going to seminary. Seriously, my big bad history teacher and part-time bouncer is now attending seminary? That's a shift that surprises me on one hand but not on the other since he always had a firm grip on his morals.
However, getting back to the point, is that it started me thinking about religion and the lack there of in my life. My life was surrounded by religion growing up. While I don't regret any of my childhood, the wackiness of the church I grew up in has led me on a path to completely eschew organized religion on any level. But the fundamental part of me still believes in something bigger than my relatively ordinary existence. Yet, it still feels hypocritical for me to ask others to pray for me. So instead I will say:
So in this time where so much is out of my control, I have to ask others to pray for me, send me good thoughts, warm fuzzies, luck or whatever you might believe in. For the others going through the same thing right now, I sending them right back!